Saturday, September 23, 2006

Pajama Party Images -- Part Five

[This is part five of a series of images and personal memories from the infamous adult blogger pajama party. A number of stories have been written about this event. The lot them are collected here.]

When I found my way back to the main room, Padme's clothes had been removed and she was kneeling in front of the desk. Bella was nowhere to be found, but Karl was moving purposefully toward the bathroom so I could guess where she had gone.

Lorelei was circling Padme, a leather crop in her hand. Padme was as still as the night. I took the opportunity to capture the scene on film:

Lorelei's top was thin and close fitting. It appeared to be made of an amazingly intricate collection of interlaced knots - almost like the Neiman Marcus version of a fishing net. As she moved it shifted in complex suggestive patterns that dazzled the eye. I could never quite figure out where the patterns started or ended - much less how to untie any of the knots. Her skirt was black and short. As she walked it flirted with, but never quite revealed, her ass or the small mound of black hair I knew to be under it. Her black leather boots came up almost to her knees. As usual, a sea mist that was felt more than seen surrounded and followed in her wake.

She was much shorter than me, and not that much taller than Padme kneeling at the desk, but she projected such power and dominance that Padme followed her every move with downcast eyes. I could not look away.

After three passes she spanked Padme. Once, twice, three times. The sound of the leather pierced the music and turned heads across the room and into the bedroom. Padme barely made a sound. When she did she was silenced immediately by a look from Lorelei.

Lorelei stepped back and motioned to Padme. Padme crawled over and came to kneel in front of her.

"What would you like mistress?" she asked.

Lorelei motioned to the knots on her top and Padme reached up to undo them. I marveled as the complex interplay of rope and knots resolved and stabilized itself, allowing Padme to untie first one and then another knot. After about a dozen knots Lorelei said "Enough!".

Padme sat back and Lorelei motioned to her to return to here place at the desk.

As Padme crawled back to the desk, Lorelei resumed her slow circling. Her top now opened to well below the level of her breasts. The complex material now revealed the shape of each breast, but still managed to just conceal her nipples. I was captivated.

Almost too literally. As I watched Lorelei circle Padme, I suddenly realized that her eyes were no longer focused on her sub. Just as suddenly I felt her will closing around my mind. I felt a hardness stirring at her command, and my eyes were drawn to her. To further confuse my senses, she chose this moment to lean over and reveal, to me only, the amazing sight of her full left breast.

I caught my breath and wondered at the strength and subtlety of her spell. But I have lived far too long to be caught so easily. And she knew it - she was playing with me. I focused inwardly for a second and then, over the channel she had created, I pushed images of the dark, still, erotic night. Images of us kissing on a moonless night under the stars. Images of my breath and then my teeth on her neck. Of my hands ripping off the remainders of her knotted top.

She smiled at me and I knew suddenly that I was playing exactly the part she had written for me. To each of my images she added her own elements. The kisses were now by the sea shore and the roar of the ocean passed over us as she nibbled on my lower lip. As my teeth passed over her neck, her fingernails passed down my back to my ass. Not drawing blood but leaving streaks as red as blood. As I removed her top it morphed in my hands into a sheath of knots that bound my wrists together so tightly that my fingers could hardly move. Simultaneously she locked my feet to the ground. I was left with the tantalizing sight of her bare breasts and no way to move any closer to touch them.

I held that moment for as long as I could stand it. Enjoying the juxtaposition of her nakedness, her closeness, and her unreachability. Then by force of will I shook off the vision and was back in the hotel room. Staring directly into Lorelei's mysterious color-defying eyes. Padme had not moved. It seemed the entire exchange had taken no more than a few seconds.

For no reason I could define, the desire to take off her top was suddenly overpowering. Thinking back, and knowing what a trouble-maker she is, I'm now convinced that that was her aim from the beginning. With no clear plan, I stepped toward her and placed a hand strongly on her shoulder. She did not resist as I brought my other hand up to began to undo her remaining knots.

And stopped short. The complexity of the knots had increased ten-fold. They folded and turned across her breasts in mind-blowing patterns. I could barely grab even one rope -- much less undo any of the knots.

"Kneel," she said. "If you want to play, you will play by my rules."

I knelt. The wise man knows when to kneel. She put her lips millimeters from my ear.

"You may be able to get them open," she whispered. "But only slowly and only with your teeth."

Still on my knees, I used my teeth to untie her knots one by one. I found that I had to use my lips, tongue and teeth together in intricate movements that were somehow instinctive - or were being fed into my overloaded brain. My knees hurt. My tongue felt like it was being rubbed raw. My lips were on fire. But I could not stop. Desire fought with pain fought with determination. But at a deeper level it was the amusement of the game we were playing together that kept me going. That and the incredible nearness and warmth of her breasts.

I lost all consciousness of the party around us. I was focused completely on the knots. Grab, twist, loop tongue, teeth, untwist. Grab, twist, ... Finally, when my world seemed to have resolved to nothing but endless rope over luscious flesh, I undid the last knot.

The top fell away. Instinct took over and my hands moved up to her breasts. In my weakened state she easily evaded me and backed up a step. The music of the party returned and she began to dance slowly in time to it. Her bare breasts holding my rapt gaze. I honestly believe that if, at this point, she had used the spell she had tried earlier I would have been her slave. But fortunately she was deeply into the music, and the sexual tension was beginning to effect her as much as it was me.

I could sense her arousal in my blood. Could feel her wetness. Could see her sexuality pervading and building in her dance. All eyes were drawn to her as the sea mist played across her body. Oh my god, I thought. This is going to be an amazing night...

Like Devil said, none of the characters in this story knew what I was up to here. It's fiction.

Friday, September 22, 2006

Pajama Party Images -- Part Four

[This is part four of a series of images and personal memories from the infamous adult blogger pajama party. A number of stories have been written about this event. The lot them are collected here.]

When I got to the bedroom, Devil and Spitfire were dancing together. My brain was still overloaded from kissing Lorelei, and seeing them together was almost more than I could take. The slow, sensuous, effortlessly choreographed movements. So sexy together. I could see how they wanted each other but they were teasing. All the time in the world to build tension for the inevitable cataclysm. Spitfire's hands wandered under the red sequins. Devil's fingers tracing Spitfire's thighs. It was almost (almost) hotter than watching them in bed together (that came later...).

I turned to see Evilicious crawling like a cat. She was wearing only a thong and black bustier. Her long slow motions were emphasized by, and drew my gaze inexorably to, her amazing legs going up to her tiny thong. I gladly helped Suze handcuff her to the bed post. As the two of them played I got the camera back out:

We were having fun, but Devil told us that Evilicious needed to be further restrained:

"Perfect," Devil said. She and Spitfire broke off their dancing and came over to the bed. They began to circle Evilicious. Watching her hungrily. She squirmed with excitement and anticipation.

Meanwhile, as she caught her breath I caught Suze in a brief quiet moment:

Then we both turned back toward the main room where we heard a commotion starting. It sounded like someone had decided that Padme needed a spanking. I went to investigate. As I left I saw Suze looking at Evilicious and reaching for her bag of toys...

Like Devil said, none of the characters in this story knew what I was up to here. It's fiction.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Pajama Party: Suze's Story

This extract follows on from Lestat’s which you can find here.

Evie was a strong girl and I was finding it difficult to attach the cuffs to her wrists. Lestat appeared in the doorway of the bedroom just in time before she broke free from my grasp.

I slid my hand under her torso and eased her up the bed. It would be easier to restrain her now. Lestat cuffed her left arm and I took the right up to the wrought iron bedpost.

“There, you won’t be leaving this room in a hurry young lady!”, I exclaimed. Evie seemed quite passive and lay there with her chest heaving in the soft candle light. She was blindfold and could not see what awaited her. Letting the occasional whimper escape her lips. More for effect than fear. She wanted this so much.

She bucked and thrashed a little but soon quietened as I placed a soft kiss on her cherry lips. It was obvious she wanted more and her tongue began to probe between my lips and I felt a rising passion within me.

Click, click went the camera as Lestat moved in behind me and started to take pictures of our oral embrace. Evie was kissing me with a deep wanton passion now and I was beginning to feel that tell tale tingle between my legs.

I had brought toys. They were in the room next door. I was in turmoil. Do I break free from this kiss to retrieve them or stay here a moment longer savouring this blonde beauty. It didn’t take me long to decide.

Evie looked so tempting in her leather bustier and thong complete with black fishnets and what was that…

My hand made a slow decent over her tight leather bustier. The texture of leather and skin such a feast of tactile sensation. She was breathing shallow, rapid breaths now, almost panting under my touch. I traced my fingertips downwards over her stomach, stopping to run an imaginary ring around her neat little tummy button.

She has stopped thrashing long ago and now lay there waiting for me to do my bidding. Occasionally shuddering as I’d catch a particularly sensitive bundle of nerve endings. The others in the room were inconsequential now. She was under my spell and I was intent on our pleasure, mine and hers. My hand made its slow path downwards slipping under the top of her thong.

The smell of the leather and her own sweet warmth was making me feel kind of woozy and light headed. Evie’s musky aroma was taking over my senses, my being. I wanted her.

Pajama Party Images -- Part Three

[This is part three of a series of images and personal memories from the infamous adult blogger pajama party. This part was originally published here.]

Bella was under the desk. Padme leaning over it. A drink in her hand. Evilicious had the handcuffs. I could see her in the bedroom with Devil and Spitfire. I could not make out the words, but it looked like some nefarious plan was being hatched.

And Devil was dancing. Her slow sweat Tango magic that melts women and enslaves men.

There was a knock at the door. Not a soft "may I please come in" knock. Nor an overbearing "open this door or I'll blast it down" knock. This was an almost seductive "come and get me if you dare" knock.

Karl opened the door. Suze came in first. As she took off her outer jacket I couldn't resist snapping a picture:

"Hey!" she said. She stepped up to me and I thought I was going to be slapped! But somehow instead her hand went to the side of my face and up into my hair. I turned down toward her and ended up in a brief, but mind-blowing, french kiss.

I was just recovering my shattered equilibrium when Lorelei walked in. We had met earlier at the bar, but she still had the same effect she always does on me. Distant bells and that spinning dizziness in my head. I knew she was a bit camera shy but I managed to get one shot just before she pushed back the hood of her jacket:

When she pushed back the hood, the sharpness of her eyes once again caught my gaze. I could not seem to make out their color. One moment they seemed sea blue and the next black as night. I heard the cry of the gulls and felt the cold spray over a deep river current. I shook my head to clear it and, with difficulty, pulled my thoughts away.

"Good evening sweet Prince," She said.
"Good evening Lorelei my friend," I replied.
"Do I not get a greeting too?" she almost pouted.

I knew what she was capable of, but still I didn't hesitate. Foolish perhaps.

I kissed her. Suddenly the room was gone and I was swirled in sea mist. We were on the rocks by a river that had run for centuries. I could feel the long, slow weight of those years, and the ebb and flow of the river currents and the tide. The mollusks, sea gulls, terns, and the waving fronds of sea grass.

As my body responded to her kiss I put forth my power. Added images of the mountains and the bright night time sky. Deep places under ground where there is no light. Sleeping there and coming out at night to fly between the stars. Lorelei's sea mist flowed like water among the mountains. Condensed like dew on the trees, and flowed back down to the river.

Our kiss ended, and with startling suddenness I was back in the hotel room. I took Lorelei's cloak and noted with appreciation the complex knot work on the fitted black bodice she wore underneath. Wanting to run my hands over and between those knots and the curves underneath.

But there was a commotion in the bedroom, and someone was calling my name. Something about holding Evilicious down while she was handcuffed. I touched Lorelei's hand, and my camera and I headed to the bedroom.

Like Devil said, none of the characters in this story knew what I was up to here. It's fiction.

Pajama Party: Bella's story

Here's a little tidbit about Devil's pajama party. Lestat also shared some of his experiences from the start of evening.

My drink was empty and I really had to pee. So now that the coast was clear, I crawled out from under the desk and saw Karl Elvis mixing a fresh batch of drinks. Bless this man, the stoker of my fire. He mixed me another shot of fuel and telling him I’d be right back, I wandered off to find the bathroom. What was it, exactly, that made these drinks blue, yet taste like orange? There was enough of a distraction going on elsewhere in the room that I could slip away unnoticed. But could I look away from the distractions long enough to slip away?

I closed the door and flipped on the light. Decisions, decisions. I set my sights on the one on the right and headed that way. My heels click-clacked loudly on the tile floor. I slid my bottoms down and sat, sighing in relief, noticing how even this sounded funny in this vast room.

As I was standing and pulling my bottoms up, the door opened. I gasped at being caught in the act, so to speak. Karl walked in with another blue drink and closed the door behind him. The expression on his face was as if he walked in on a woman in the bathroom frequently. I felt heat rise on my face and didn’t have to look in the mirror to know my cheeks were flushed a bright red.

He put the drink down between the sinks and turned his back to it, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed in front of him. Our eyes met and as I walked toward him, I turned my foot and stumbled.

"Too much to drink or not used to wearing heels?" He asked.

"The tile is slippery." It sounded reasonable.

I paused as I neared him and wondered what Ms. Manners suggests in this particular scenario. I heard a squeal from the other room and shifted my gaze to the door and then back to him. He stood there, face expressionless and eyes animated, not saying a word.

I started to reach around him to grab the drink, suddenly needing it pretty badly. He grabbed my arm midway between my wrist and elbow.

"Have you washed your hands?"

My eyes widened. "Not yet."

"You weren’t going to touch that drink with dirty hands, were you, dirty girl?"

I glanced in the mirror and saw embarrassment send another wave of crimson over my cheeks.


"Then what were you reaching for?"


"Yes… That’s what I thought."

He turned and pulled me along to the sink.

"Wash your hands."

I could have crawled right under the vanity and died. But I washed my hands. I did it slowly and methodically, adjusting the water temperature and watching closely while I scrubbed vigorously. I was prolonging what was coming next. I looked up and saw him behind me now, close to the tub, but watching me.

I turned the water off and grabbed a fluffy blue towel. When my hands were dry, I reached for the glass.

"I don’t think so. Not without some correction first."

I swallowed hard, turned around, and looked up at him.


Before I could get the word out of my mouth, he was speaking again. "On your knees and bend over the tub. And lose the lingerie."

I stood there somewhat stunned.

His next words jolted me into action.

"Lose it your way or lose it mine."

I stepped out of the tap pants and lifted the cami over my head. He tossed a towel onto the floor and I knelt there, bending over the tub, like a good girl. The porcelain was cold and my nipples stiffened. I really needed that drink.

His hand lightly grazed my ass and I shivered. He rubbed a circle on one cheek then popped me hard. The heavy ring he wore felt like lightening every time he hit me, and they kept coming in rapid fire, moving from cheek to cheek. The echo was maddening. My moans escalated into a throaty cry and suddenly there was silence.

"Get up."

I pushed myself to my feet shakily and turned toward him, my eyes searching to see just what was going on. Was it an invitation? Was it a challenge? Did he know he’d made me dripping wet? But his eyes gave nothing away. He shifted his glance downward and behind me.


He nodded toward the mirror and I looked over my shoulder to see my bright red ass. Just seeing it made it burn intensely and I shivered again. I looked back at him.

"Now you can have that drink…"

I stepped to the other side of the bathroom and picked it up. Our eyes met again in the mirror and I took a long sip while he continued.

"But your pretty blue lingerie stays in here."

He opened the door then and stood back while I walked through it.

Like Devil said, none of the characters in this story knew what I was up to here. It's fiction.

Pajama Party Images -- Part Two

[This is part two of a series of images and personal memories from the infamous adult blogger pajama party. Part one can be found here. This part was first published here]

I got to the suite before most of the women. Gave me a chance to catch Karl in front of the bar while there was still a full set of bottles:

Spitfire was also there early. I was having trouble forming a coherent sentence around her. I think that had something to do with her outfit. All I can say is "Oh my god." We snagged a couple of Margaritas and I did manage to convince her to pose for me on the bed:

Nice eh? She was playing with a wicked looking pair of handcuffs. I decided they would look great on her. She didn't completely agree but it was fun trying...

But then more guests arrived and my photographical duty called. I got one particularly nice close-up of Devil:

Then there were drinks all around and the party really got rolling. And then there were some very interesting surprise guests (especially for me). But that will have to wait until next time.

Like Devil said, none of the characters in this story knew what I was up to here. It's fiction.

Pajama Party Images -- Part One

[This is part one of a series of images and personal memories from the infamous adult blogger pajama party. It was first published here.]

When we arrived the first thing that struck me was "well at least she has some style". Here is a shot of the hotel lobby just off the registration desk.


Our rooms were not quite ready but I didn't have much trouble letting myself in anyway. I wanted to get at least one shot before anyone else had "decorated". So this is the before shot of the pajama party luxury suite:

Having finished my initial photographical responsibilities, I stopped by the hotel bar to wait for our room. The bar was nicely dark even in mid-afternoon. The walls mahogany. Candles burning. I relaxed, perhaps too much, at the bar. It seemed smoky - strange since cigarettes were not allowed. Almost I thought I heard distant cathedral bells. My slow brain was just processing what that could mean when I felt a mysterious touch on my shoulder and a warm breath on my neck.

"Monsieur de Lioncourt, with his back to the door." A soft female voice said inches from my ear.

I didn't move. I recognized the voice. A warm chill spread up my back, split in two, and splintered to my ear and my loins. Then I felt her lips right on my ear.

"What a rare find. A pleasure indeed." I felt her teeth on my ear lobe. Almost, but not quite, drawing blood.

Still not moving any other part of my body, I ran one hand up her back, across the soft, thin fabric of her dress until I found her hair. Methodically I circled my fingers to tangle them deeply in her hair.

Then, just before she drew blood I pulled down and drew her head back. She did not resist. Her neck was exposed as I turned to her. For the first time I could see her low cut dress - a beautiful smoky burgandy. I stopped millimeters over her neck.

"The pleasure is all mine," I said. "But what brings you here? I didn't see your name on the guest list."

"A last minute addition," said a new voice I recognized to be Devil's. "Now, if you'll please unhand my guest I believe our rooms are ready. I'm sure she would like to get ready for the party."

I took one last look at the flush on her cheek spreading wondrously down to her neck. Then I slowly untangled my fingers and let her go.

"For now," I said.

Like Devil said, none of the characters in this story knew what I was up to here. It's fiction.

Devil's Pajama Party Part 2

Some of the Ladies missed it...


Maybe others.

But Karl was answering the door.

When they heard the music play.

They came to see.

Karl wasn't shy.
Willing to let all in to play.
Figures that sooner or later.

The woman might need more.

He's hoping anyway.

The only ones he's turning away.

Hotel security!

Devil's Pajama Party

The hotel
Our own rooms.
But we met in the suite.
Luxury suite.

Long coats hiding the clothes we wore.
Only two men were invited.
Those that live here.
Jobs they had.
Lestat- The photographer. The writer.
To tell the tale later.
KarlElvis- Doorman, Bouncer, Peacekeeper if needed, Bartender, and Designated Spanker...

The guests-
Padme- wore a red thong... Nothing more.
Bella- Blue pajamas- from Fredericks.
Evilious - Black Leather corset.
Spitfire - Pink lace. See through.
Devil - Black and red teddy. The red were sequins. Formed a collar too. And boots.

What they brought-
Padme - spanking toys
Bella- feathers
Evilious - a whip
Spitfire - handcuffs
Devil - Silk ties and a blindfold

Oh you know that Karl and Lestat wanted to play...

Music played.
Devil danced.
Spitfire joined her.
Hands on each other.
Evilious cracked her whip.
Smiling her wicked grin.

Hey Padme-
What does Master think about the party?
Doesn't he want to come?
He doesn't know...
Oh Bad, Bad girl.
You need a spanking...
More than one she said.
I need them all night.

Bella crawled under the desk.
Evilious said I get this one!
She said at the desk.
Padme leaned over.
Spitfire counted 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...
And Bella's hands went up Padme's legs..
Pushing them wider apart.

These ladies need a drink.
I want to watch more than this.
Lestat's camera never stopped.
He was crawling on the floor.

Oh wait.
Evilious hit him with her whip!
So he turned and took pictures of her.
She loved it.
A model. Touching her self to the music.
For him. Bella is watching too.
Left her husband behind to come!
Ladies party..
The girl is wild.

Karl left Padme a drink on the desk.
Her spanking was over-
but she pretended it wasn't.
Bella still under the desk...
(What comes after the dot dot dot?)

How was he going to give Bella a drink?
Eyes peering between wide legs.
A red thong.
Oh hell- he just knelt down and handed the drink
through the lovely arch.
Couldn't resist letting his hands touch as he stood.
Click. Click. Click.
I need another spanking! She whined.
No problem...
Karl was ready for that!

Spitfire and Devil were dancing?
Well still in the center of the room...
Moving to music.
Moving to each other's music too!
Evilious was circling them.
Her hands all over them.
As theirs played with her as well.
She went to the floor.
Took Devil's boots off.

Hey! We never got a drink!
Devil's being a brat.
Karl's eyebrows went up.
Used to controling the women.
Evil was crawling on the floor.
Towards Bella. Between Padme.
Around Lestat.
Click. Click. Click.
Around Spitfire.
A beatiful cat. Long blond hair.
She couldn't decide where to pounce.
She wanted it all. She could have it tonight.

Karl brought a drink for Spitfire.
He spilled Devil's on her.
Spitfire grinned. The clothes come off!
So that you can get properly cleaned up.
The sound of velcro...
Was that a video camera?

Devil's fire flashed.
I wanted my drink!
Evilious grabbed her ankle.
Spitfire said, but I want my twin!
I want her in my handcuffs.
Powerless. Like she wants to be.
A struggle. A fight that wasn't real.
Avoiding the bed-
for the physical contact.
The nails on skin.
Devil fights.
A struggle from within.
A smile on her face.
Damned Gemini.

Lestat! Karl! Help.
Get her down on the bed.
Evilious is in the way.
Is she helping Devil or Spitfire?
Devil hold her. Two to move.
She is a wild cat. Always there.

Lestat pins Evilious.
And she looks up at him with a smile.
Karl struggles with Devil.

Padme walks over.
Spank the Devil.
She needs it.
Bella joins her.
When did they lose their clothes?

Yes. Devil gets a spanking.
Not as willing as Padme.
She'll have bruises from the struggle.
Lestat can't take pictures here.
Holding Evilious.
But she's all over him.
Spitfire says stop when Devil slows.
Moves to kisses.

Handcuff them together.
Evilious and Devil.
For awhile.
It's done.
But all the women are on the bed...
The men not far away.

What happens next at Blue's Pajama party?
There was still a blindfold-
and silk ties that were never used...
A night to spend.

(None of the characteracters in this story had any real knowledge of what I was upto. Devil's causing trouble her way. They may or may not be true to form. I take full responsiblity. It's nothing more than fiction! Enjoy it at that level. It started from comments on another post. Click their icons to get to their sites. "What comes after the ...")

( BW Artwork Tenderness by Valerian70)

(Artwork - top; Becca II by nhirschberger)

Friday, September 15, 2006

Weekend Plans

I'm going to a pajama party! You can read all about it at Devil's. And yes, red is my color of choice when it comes to thongs.